Friday, 13 August 2010
(sing along) "Ev'ry thing old i-s ne-ew a-gain!"
Old water works.
Crusty, dusty, old and rusty,
Not a happy state.
Fusty, musty not so trusty,
Past its use-by-date.
Built to last in ages past,
From iron, zinc and tin,
Now displaced by PVC
And polyethelene.
(But) if recycling's to your liking,
Send it round again,
It comes back, a Cadillac,
Made in two-o-ten.
Prompted by Magpie Tales
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you are a clever fella stafford.
ReplyDeleteokay I'm singing ;)
ReplyDeleteSo cute, Stafford. Love the rhyme and rhythm. We're all singing along!
ReplyDeleteI'm struggling this week - keep popping along to all the posts as they go up and thinking "oh thats very clever." And of course this one is - love that you've linked it in with re-cycling!
ReplyDeleteI would have expected no less from you ~ the rhyme and recycle angle!
ReplyDeleteYou always find a way to make me smile! Love it! :-)
ReplyDeletetwo for the price of one Stafford - you're on a roll - great rhythm and pace - what's the world coming to, I don't know!
ReplyDeleteBoth poems are exemplary, Stafford.
ReplyDeleteAwesome sauce. More. We want more, I tell you!
ReplyDeleteJust great, I thought when I saw the image, Stafford is going to have fun with it, sorry to hear about your rusty pipes.
ReplyDeleteTwice in one day I beam from ear to shining ear.
ReplyDeleteYeah! a double dose of Stafford! I'm happy.
ReplyDeleteTwo for the price of one is good - or as as we say here BOGOF! No reflection on your talent - it means "Buy one, get one free!" LOL
ReplyDeleteFusty?! hmmmmmmmmmm
ReplyDelete(a double-dip... most excellent)
does this mean politicians will be recycled?
ReplyDeleteAshes to ashes
Dust to dust
When they come back
They'll be someone to trust?
smart take!
ReplyDeletedamn, I'll bet you even have a twinkle of blue in those eyes, lol. However, my eye is on the Caddy, not because it's a Caddy, but because it is a car, that even looks like it could handle an extended road trip, unlike my current mess that starts wimpering whenever we come in sight of the city limits.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I love the idea of recycling here. How refreshing. :)
ReplyDeleteThese are absolutely wonderful. The 2nd is my favorite. You are a fine poet!
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